listening ears it was the most amazing apology he ever had
listened to.

"I'm sorry I made a monkey of you," said Teddy.

"What!" fairly exploded the clown.

"I'm sorry I made a monkey of you," repeated the Circus Boy in a
slightly louder tone. "Maybe I wouldn't have done so if I had
had time to think about it."

"You make apology to me--to me?" questioned Diaz, tapping his own
chest significantly.

"Yes; to whom did you think I was making an apology--to the hyena
out under the menagerie top, eh?"

"Bah!"

"I am sorry I made a fool of you, Mr. Diaz."

"Me--fool?"

"Yes, I guess you are about right. You certainly look the
part, and--"

Diaz sprang up with a growl of rage, Tucker giving ground a
little as he observed the anger in the painted face before him.
Before the lad could raise his hands to protect himself Diaz had
grasped Teddy and hurled him across the dressing tent, where he